It was the thread in the fond mother`s hand,

That fashioned the clothes of the traveling lad.

At the time of parting,the clothes were securely sewn,

For the might not soon return home.

Who says that a blade of grass one inch tall,

Can repay the kindness of the spring sun?

慈母手中线，游子身上衣，

临行密密缝，意恐迟迟归，

谁言寸草心，报得三春晖！